saying “are you haunted? are you fucking possessed?” is my favorite way to express my taking issue with someone else’s behavior. like brother you are acting so strange and unlike yourself that the only explanation is you are being tormented by a spirit of some kind.
All hail Gustave Caillebotte, the only Impressionist who bothered to say “You know what this art movement doesn’t have enough of? Shirtless rough trade, that’s what!” And then he became the change he wanted to see in the world, and I think that’s beautiful.
saw this massive onion bigger than my entire hand in the produce aisle and immediately snatched it up solely to weigh it and a guy across the aisle asked how much it weighed because he was curious as well and when i told him it was two pounds he excitedly was like “it’s like the biggest one i’ve ever seen..” humanity rocks moment. bonding with strangers over giant onion
Like, sure, not being able to regulate my attention sucks, but it’s genuinely fucking nothing compared to the absolute rollercoaster of emotions I just went on because someone said something in a shitty tone, and now I’m having to actively walk myself through DBT methods lest my idiot shit for brains ‘shiny-can’t-sit-still-disorder’ drop the match on that particular bridge because the rejection sensitive dysphoria feels like my chest is burning and not being able to act on the hurt feels like I’m suffocating under the weight of emotions pushing down on me and lashing out in anger is quicker than taking the time to self soothe.
And the annoying fucking thing is I know it’s me.
I’ve done enough therapy to know my emotional response to their shittiness is overblown and dysregulated. I know I’m taking it to heart more than they could ever imagine.
And I’ve got to fucking sit with that and process it because if I don’t, I’ll be the inconsiderate cunt in this interaction and hhnnggg–wailing, gnashing, biting my thumb at you in the marketplace, etc, etc.
Fucking Christ it’s insane how that sounds just like me
I’m so glad my ranting here instead of ending a friendship on a disastrous impulse was cathartic, lol. Happy to have been of service.
Genuinely, though, so much of managing ADHD is directed toward managing our productivity; it’s fucking criminal that so little of our therapy is aimed at learning how to handle emotional dysregulation and just how fucking serious that can be when paired with impulsivity.
Nona asking Cam what Pal thinks is sexy, and her saying “strong work ethic and high test scores” only for him to later rush into the room and answer “those little outfits nurses wear” is a perfect alignment of the two as characters
hey isnt it fucked up that john told harrow he would renew and safeguard the ninth house in exchange for her coming with him? and then the next we hear of the ninth in ntn its overrun and plagued by devils? kind of mean dontcha think
Tumblr already has a personalization algorithm it’s called my beloved mutuals who have great taste and only wish to psychologically damage me sometimes
